Luyện nghe bài hát Angels

There are no angels left in america
left after the second world war heading west
Stopping briefly in japan during the
Then in tianamen square during the decade
They kept heading to who knows where
What are after?
What are they looking
A who never comes?
A birth?
A drug?
A sign, any of sign?
Anything looks slightly out of the ordinary
Flying over fields and
Momma's going off her
Daddy's home the bacon
Open up the gates
Fruit of lubrication
Tangled up in and legs
I can touch the bottom
Now I'm up a sweat!
I'm now
I'm now

I can touch my own self
How could I touch else?
I am an advertisement
For a of myself
Like molecules in constant
a million nervous tics
I am quivering in
Like the on their wings
I'm ready now (don't back)
I'm ready now (I'm for this)
I'm now

The sensuous - the smell of the sea
The sweat off their - the fruit from the trees
The angel inside - who will me tonight
On wings of desire - I come back

I'm
I'm ready (I put the outside)
I'm
I'm ready (to that ride)
I'm now
I'm ready now (to that wine)
I'm ready now but where are